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Welcome, welcome! All you ninjas! Come on in and make some room Move on over, now! Go - watch out for the baby head! The baby... You about to head the baby in the head... Why you gotta take up both seats? Just move on over! Let's start the show We have a special guest tonight... He goes by the name of Chris Webby Now, this you man, hails from Connecticut After six mixtapes After half a million dollars After 20 million YouTube views Countless sold out shows And many a satisfied fan! All you ninjas, give a warm welcome to your... Chris Webby You see I'm buzzin' now Shovel in hand I dug from the underground Lyrical artillery loaded with forty-dozen rounds They used to run they mouth Shit, they Daffy Duckin' now! Came out spittin' First photo shoot was my ultrasound Throwin' up my middle fingers in my Mother's uterus Spittin' fire off of the top Letras de cancionesMount Vesuvius Always caught disturbing the peace They said I was Ludacris Crazy, unpredictable, nutty, but never stupid, bitch Smart guy like Taj Mauer eatin' pot brownies On the run for killing beats 'till the fuckin' cops found me On the loose again Apple juice and gin Out manouverin' my enemies Leave 'em with sutures in Cut 'em up Cause my flow is sharper than Excalibur Maximus, Decimus, Maridius to these challengers Gladiator in the flesh Swinging for your fucking neck Slicing up these beats While you bitches can even cut a check Up next, final stop, success, like... Now hold on, now hold up, hold on now, hold on... You gots to teach these boys how to rap... Cause what these boys out here is doing, is not rap. It's wack You got to show them the multi-syllable schemes You got to show them the air-tight flow You got to show them, them punchlines Now get on in there and do your thing, son! Everything I do, I do it with heart Werewolf with a full moon in the dark Tear a fucking human apart I'm stupidly smart Started on the east But my music made a westward expansion something like Lewis and Clark Climbing up the musical charts And me falling off? That's like Bullseye from Daredevil losing at darts I'm just a crazy motherfucker Who was bred to be a monster, since the eighties motherfucker I'm lyrically inclined Put my spirit in my rhymes Veins pumpin' hip-hop You can hear it in my lines Rollin' with a bunch of goons Everyday we grindin' on And we All Spark You can catch me up on Cybertron I am on everything Bad Meets Evil-er That's just how the cookie crumbles Motherfucking Keebler! Mark my teachers words They told me that I should be mature But now that my pockets beefed up I'm never going vegan, sir Grindin' 'till the fuckin' day I stop breathing Word From Letras Mania